What I Do (feat. Plies)

OJust in case you forgot We gon' runner run it Hold up Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this I be throwin' up my cash Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah I'm speedin' down this fast lane I'm stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah I'm feelin' like I can't lose And when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell 'em it's what I do, it's what I do It's what I do, hey, it's what I do Everywhere I go, they show me love, so I give it back Throw a couple stacks up in the air 'cause I'ma get it back See somethin' sexy up in here, I'ma bring it back They keep on runnin' back, they keep on comin' back Everybody knows me when they see me, sittin' in the front row, playa Stuntin' with my shades on, and it's all for them haters, yeah We get into that crunk, boy Her money too long boy, we do this for fun, boy I be throwin' up my cash Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah I'm speedin' down this fast lane I'm stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah I'm feelin' like I can't lose And when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell 'em it's what I do, it's what I do It's what I do, hey, it's what I do Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na, na na na Hey, hey, it's what I do Single once again, I'm about to go where I never been Gone with the wind, 'cause that ever is she really been We can get it in, I mean get it in And I got stamina, so don't forget to bring a friend Nah, bring ten, but they gotta be tens Now that's a hundred of them, let the runners in, yeah, yeah So it heavy like an elephant, my CD's sellin' out You ain't married to the game, you should've been I be throwin' up my cash Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah I'm speedin' down this fast lane Stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah I'm feelin' like I can't lose And when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell 'em it's what I do, it's what I do It's what I do, hey, it's what I do Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na, na na na It's what I do I keep cash on me, no black cards They don't know what dem is, I deal with hood broads There's a 9 on me, that's no iPod You want my watch, homie, gimme five bricks for it I got the Maserati, I had to lick for it We all love to talk, that's what I paid for it He say I bought fleet, and I love mine Four broads with me, and all love dies Six chains on me, and all love shines I got my bread right, feel like I'm 6'9" Ain't just hidin' mine, I'm hidin' every cent She want a pretty boy, I brought Chris Breezy wit' me I be throwin' up my cash Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah I'm speedin' down this fast lane Stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah I'm feelin' like I can't lose And when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell 'em it's what I do, it's what I do It's what I do, hey, it's what I do Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na, na na na It's what I do